And after all I got nothing to say. My thoughts got tired and my words died on their way out. I closed my eyes tightly but not even a tear dropped because I couldn't felt a thing, I was again in the deepest dark places of my soul. My eyes can only see the fog and the ugliness of this world and beyond the fog there is nothing, there's just a huge void. My ears can only catch this buzz where everybody is saying the same thing and none of it matter at all. Fantasy became my reality and outside that it is impossible to exist, it is unbearable to live. Things are just to ugly and pointless. Nothing gold could ever stay. The extraordinary mantains it's physical presence for the ordinary to admire, but it can never understand it, feel it or share any kind of profound events with it. I am just a showcase threw which you look and you think you know it all, you think you can trust your senses, but they're playing tricks to your mind cause all this is just too much for you to apprehend or understand. Maybe next season's inspirations will suit me better. R.
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